It took a while to sort everything out, but when they did, it became clear that Colonel Hogan didn't seem to remember anything after his seventeenth birthday. They ran into even more trouble when they tried to explain when and where he was. Hogan was more than a little skeptical about the whole idea that it was nearly twenty years later than he thought and not only was he in Germany, but in a prisoner of war camp.

It wasn't until they held a mirror up to him that he started to believe.

"Geez, I look just like my old man," Hogan said after the initial shock had worn off. He peered into the mirror and wiped his hand along his jaw. "Heh. I need a shave." He lowered the mirror and looked back and forth between Kinch and Wilson. "This isn't some sort of prank, is it? Did Will set this up?"

"'Fraid not, Colonel," Wilson said apologetically.

Hogan groaned. "Call me Rob, will ya. My dad is Colonel Hogan."

"All right, Rob," Kinch said with a nod. "No, it's not a prank. This is the real deal. We really are in a prisoner of war camp, and you're our commanding officer."

"I can't believe we're fighting the Germans again," Hogan said incredulously.

"Some people never learn," Newkirk said with a sigh.

"Yeah, well, our job here is to help end the war as quickly as possible," Kinch stated. "We're not just prisoners, we run a sabotage unit right here from under the camp. And in order to do what we do, we need you back at the helm."

Hogan shrugged. "I've got no problem with that, Sergeant, but I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do. I don't remember anything about it."

"Say, why don't we just give him another knock on the head," Carter suggested. "Maybe that'll bring everything back!"

"Oh why don't you just be quiet!" LeBeau snapped.

"Easy, LeBeau," Kinch said calmly. "That won't work, Carter."

"That's fine, Kinch, but what are we going to do?" Newkirk asked. "We've got a bloody operation to run and we can't do it with him half out of his head and thinking he's only seventeen."

"I'm right here, you know," Hogan said testily.

"Sorry Guvnor," Newkirk said sheepishly. "I don't suppose you have a suggestion then?"

It was Hogan's turn to look sheepish. "No. Just didn't like you talking about me like I wasn't here."

"We'll just have to wait," Wilson said. "It could clear up in a day or two. Maybe after a good rest."

"And if it does not?" LeBeau asked.

Kinch rubbed his chin, trying to think of a way out of this whole mess. He looked down at the colonel, then to the other men. As he did, his eyes swept past the crates of stories on the ground. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. "The Papa Bear Awards."

"The who and the what now Awards?" Hogan asked.

"The Papa Bear Awards!" Kinch repeated, eyes brightening at the idea.

"What about them?" Newkirk asked.

"Look, we've got a whole bunch of stories here about our operation. About us. About who we are and what we do, how we think and how we feel."

"Fiction," LeBeau scoffed.

"Yeah, but some of it is dead on accurate," Kinch said. "I bet if we got the colonel to read some of it, it would jog his memory."

Newkirk didn't look convinced. "Or drive him out of his bleeding mind. I know most of it is right good stuff, but what if he comes across one of them Mary Sues? That'll be no help to him at all."

"All right, all right, so we wait until the end," Kinch said. "We'll read them, nominate the ones we like best, and after they've been voted on, we'll show him the winners."

"Hey, yeah," Carter said brightly. "The winners will be the best stories with the best plots, the best characterizations, the best writing- there's gotta be something in them that'll remind the colonel about what's going on!"

"Blimey, do you really think it'll work?" Newkirk asked.

"It's worth a shot!" Kinch said. Truth was, the only alternative was to sit and wait and hope that Wilson was right and his memory was only temporarily impaired.

"I say we do it," Carter said.

"Oh oui. It cannot hurt, can it?"

"Fine by me, mate," Newkirk said with a shrug. "Course, the colonel might just come to thinking he's a bloody Greek god by the time he gets through them all."

Kinch hid a smile. "All right, it's settled. Newkirk spread the word that the Papa Bear Awards are on. LeBeau, you and Carter get the signs and rules posted."

"Does someone want to explain what's going on?" Hogan huffed, sounding frustrated about being kept in the dark.

"Don't worry, Colonel. Rob. We'll explain everything!"